#seraphi

B/c why not!

Zephrine- October 31st (Scorpio)

Danyla- March 23rd (Aries)

Threnn- December 2nd (Sagittarius)

Seraphi- May 16th (Taurus)

Neralya- May 24th (Gemini)

Kajra- January 27th (Aquarius)

Lhoril- June 28th (Cancer)

Therila- September 4th (Virgo)

AHH Ty! Happy belated Valentine’s! :3c fluff birb time~ Update: this has become a ficlet omg idk why but something just told me this one needed a crazy, off-the-cuff story BRACE YOURSELF FOR 10/10 TRASH FLUFF

Whirl isn’t much for any holiday, he thinks they’re silly (unless it gets him off work of course, in that case he’ll be there, waving a little flag in the corner). You’re also quite the anti-Valentine’s day advocate apparently, when you remembered the big V-day was coming up you began to rant incessantly about it. In the morning you’d grumble about how many days left until it was “that damn ass-kiss circus,” in your usual afternoon adventures you’d rant about you wanted to be Cybertronian so bad so you didn’t have to deal with the terrible mushy stuff humans get-off on, even before bed you griped about it’s a capitalist holiday, and that participating in it meant that you were fuelling ‘THE MAN™.’ 

At one point you growled so loud in anguish after a whispered monologue about the need to focus on much more important things happening in February, you had almost alerted Magnus to your presence in the rafters above him, just as Whirl was getting ready to drop some old energon right onto his head.

Whirl has never seen you so stuck on a particular thing, and it’s kind of put a dampener on both of your mojo’s recently (he does appreciate the hate fire though, so he’ll listen and cheer on your anger anyway). He does notice however, that the closer the day approaches, the less passionate you become on the topic, you’ve just become kinda… Deflated – sad and tired about it. Your rants become miserable recounts of how you’d spent Valentine’s days of the past alone after some sort of breakup. 

In a rare cosmic anomaly: Whirl pauses to think about it. The way you’ve been acting lately worries him, and he figures that nothing ever worries him. Naturally, after discussing it with his inner voice, he decides this is kind of a big deal.

So on one of the rare days you don’t skip your assigned duties, Whirl goes to the only bot who can help him get this lovey-dovey stuff done right. Drift is ecstatic to help, and the two get to scheming. 

^  ^  ^

You had woken up to complete silence today, confused as to why you weren’t hearing the energetic drill sergeant voice Whirl usually used to get you out of bed. Figuring he’s either being chewed out by Magnus for your latest stunt or had early morning chores and didn’t want to wake you, you go about your usual business. You’re just about done fixing your hair when you remember what day it is today, and you groan, an overwhelming blasé suddenly washing over you.

A short urgent knock on your habsuite door almost makes you jump, and you grumble as you begrudgingly shuffle towards it. Opening the door, you are suddenly facing a panicky-looking Tailgate, whimpering as he twiddles his thumbs and shifts his gaze to avoid looking you in the eye. You raise a brow, he looked more stressed than usual. 

“Hey Tailgate, what’s up? And what’s with the face?” You ask. The minibot shifted from foot to foot nervously, stuttering as he spoke: “I-It’s Cyclonus and Whirl, they’re fighting a-again,” he fumbles with the words, whimpering. You relax a little, rolling your eyes and snorting in relief, so that’s where that giant bird-brain went off to so early; “ Tailgate they’ll be fine they do this all the time, you know I can never talk him out of– hey!” The minibot grabs your wrist and proceeds to tug you out of your doorway and into the hall at a hurried pace, cutting you off. “No! It’s not j-just that! It’s serious this time… and it doesn’t look good for Whirl… I’m scared.” You paused from struggling in his grip, not really processing what he said immediately. Your heart began rapidly beating against you chest. “Where are they Tailgate?” you breathe, the minibot points to himself “I can take you th–” you painfully wrench your wrist from his hand, frantic. “Where are they Tailgate?!”

^  ^  ^

You struggle onto the steps of Swerve’s bar, cursing on every tier as you pull yourself up and swing your legs over each edge, running to the next to repeat. You can’t really hear any shouting or fighting from the bar, but it could just be because your heartbeat felt like it was in your ears. The second Tailgate had told you they were at Swerve’s you made a run for it, leaving the minibot behind. Stupid decision, but you couldn’t really think straight, trying to decide how you’d execute Cyclonus if you were too late. Ten wasn’t even stationed at the door, which worried you even more.

Too late…The words echo in your head. You pick up your pace as you near the top, your breathing laboured as you call out for Whirl. You get no immediate response, and instead hear a glass break.  You practically fly over the last step and the words escape your lips before you take in your surroundings : “CYCLONUS! If you’ve hurt him for real I’m calling the fucking DJD my–…” the words trail off as you finally process the scene around you.

 The room was decorated floor to ceiling in giant red and pink hearts, mechs from all corners of the ship were seated at the bar and in the booths, optics on you. Even Swerve had paused from serving colourful bubbly drinks. In the middle stood Drift and Whirl, looking like they were interrupted mid-conversation. “-..self” you finish, dumbfounded. 

Upon seeing you, Whirl ex-vents and stomps his foot. “Tailgate screwed up! That little scrap-heap was supposed to take you the long way so we’d have more time!” he whines. He walks over and lowers a claw for you to step onto, and so you do, your brain still trying to work out what you’re seeing. Sheepishly, he tries to explain:

“I uh.. I know you don’t like mushy stuff… But I wanted to plan something anyway.” Be begins nervously, glancing back at Drift, who gave him an encouraging thumbs up. He lowers his voice and brings you close to his featureless face. “I just couldn’t let you be alone for Valentine’s day this time around.” he admits, motioning around the bar “So I kinda planned a little party.”

At his words, your chest tightens, and you feel a hot tear run down your cheek. Whirl panics as he sees it, turning a little so the other bar patrons couldn’t see you anymore. “Hey hey, are you okay? If this was a bad idea we could totally just–” You wipe your eyes with the back of your sleeve and sniffle a little. “You big dummy, you kidding?” You say, interrupting his nervous mumbling, a smile appearing on your face. “This is the best Valentine’s day I’ve ever had.”